Inches Gone!

Hubbs measured me last night.

3/25 of an inch lost off my stomach

1/2 inch off my arm

woo freakin hoo!

Bob vs Jilian

You know how I always complain about Bob?

Well, as of yesterday, he's a knight in shining armour.

Jilian kicked my ass yesterday.
I couldn't do most of what she was demanding.
(partly bc I was on carpet & not a gym floor)

And she is not "attractively fit." (words from MA)
Her legs look like stumps.
My vision was blurred from only seeing her waist...
I do not want to look like that. ew

And the other girl, the blonde body builder woman, is intense.
I could do most of what she demanded but it seemed pointless.
But I did it anyway.

I have never sweated as much as I did yesterday.
I liked it. Made it feel worth while.

False Hope Sucks

I didn't go to fat doctor Friday...

I went today.
& now know that Monday is the day to go,
not Friday when everyone else is there.

As you know, I ask them not to tell me what the scale says.
Because I go by mine at home.
They don't take me seriously...
I step off the scale and hear, "OMG, you've lost 6 lbs!"
So, I look down at what she wrote. 180.
As calmly as I could, I said, "No, I haven't. My scale has said that amount for at least the last 3 weeks."

Obviously, I am pissed.

I think I'm going to throw my scale away.
Or have the hubbs hide it and make him swear to not get it out no matter how much I beg or get pissed at him.

I got 2 shots.
1 in each hip.
That sucked.

Still stuck at 180...

Didn't I call this yesterday?

And hubbs was a very bad influence last night.
Which in short, means I didn't work out.
& we ate out.
But I did have a salad, sweet potato and steak tips that I barely ate because they were gross.

Ever since researching that blood type diet my stomach curls at the thought of red meat and what it's doing to my body.

Slowly but surely my mind is getting to the right place, maybe...

Observation

I worked my ass off last night.
Or maybe I should say Bob worked my ass last night.
Well, that doesn't sound good either...

ANYWAY, I feel a difference.
But I'm not sure where.
I assume it should be my face or arms,
but I don't see anything there.

So, I'm standing in the hubbs' bathroom naked, staring at myself in the mirror. Naturally, he walks in. "WTF are you doing?" he asks. "I feel like something is different but I don't know what." I answer. Without a second to even think, he points right to it. And all be damned if he ain't right on the money. I have to stare for a little while longer just to be sure, but he's found the spot. Of course, it's not anywhere that is a measurement area.

It's the ab area right under my breasts and right above my prego appearing belly. They used to look like 2 halves of donuts. But not anymore! They'e not completely fat free by any means, but they are smaller. That is instant happiness. Makes me feel like just maybe my hard efforts are working!

Tomorrow is weigh in day.
And we all know I will still be stuck at 180.
But I am going to get my lipo shot tomorrow, that I didn't get last week, and maybe that'll pump something into gear! *crosses fingers*

Struggling

I am still stuck at 180.

I've been taking phentermine for 11 days now.

My original 5 lb loss was before the phentermine.

I am straight up livid.

I knew better than to get my hopes up and assume it was going to work for me like it has everyone else. The only thing it's done is make it hard to eat and sleep.

I slacked at working out last week,

but have been doing good this week so far.

I may have lost inches.

Hubbs is going to measure me tonight.

Hopefully I can find where I wrote the last ones down...

Cuteness

I got this in an email:

With time, women gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.

Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, Good grief, look how smart I am!

Must be where 'Smart Ass' came from!